Leave My Soul In The Clouds Poem by Naveed Akram

Don't leave my soul to the cotton clouds,
My empty sound is felt and heard fully outside,
The pointers to some extraordinary class
Are faulty and fond of nobody.
Don't leave me if my first and initial request
Is lofty, filling me with grief as grief is my sister.
This daughter, sister, and mother is responding
To the calls of Nature, like an ill omen
And a polite command from the sky,
Showering us with rain and snow and hail.
Pellets go to intensity, pellets are peeled from
The sky that has shadows of slight right.
The sun has been the stars one day,
Nights are the mazes of the eyes and ears,
The drops of anxiety fill me tonight and today,
The roaring day that devils in the light
From too many lies spent weeping.
Lie and die with relish,
Mighty swords are mighty words of the righteous
Kind.